I hate where I live

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We moved in over six months ago now. We live in a high rise apartment block. It's a beautiful apartment, but I don't like having all these people around me. It's really noisy and I never feel like I'm properly alone. I feel trapped. We're going to move at the end of the lease which I'm also dreading.

I had a bunch of other unfortunate things happen over the last few months which led to me having health problems from stress and eventually depression. I tried to tell the doctors I was seeing about my health problems that I had stress and was depressed, but they just dismissed me. I guess I'd have to see them specifically about those problems for them to pay any attention to them, but it left me really disheartened. It took me a lot to admit I was having emotional problems.

I'm over the worst of those issues now, thanks to the support of my boyfriend and family, but I still hate being here. I dream about having a big, quite house with a nice garden.

Never really been a fan of high rises even though in some ways they make sense, but even an apartment with 4 units can have trouble, for example the guy who lives upstairs from me is fond of practicing guitar at late hours of the evening. He always plays these bad songs from the 1990's. Then he sometimes he has sex in the early morning and they're quite loud about it, and the worst is when he has sex and plays bad songs from the 90's at the same time, but I'm not sure the neighbors appreciate my penchant for jumping either. What city do you live in anyway?

Admitting you have emotional problems is good. I know I feel better when I admit I'm neurotic. Then there are all these people who come off as perfectly normal I figure if you we're to lift up the rock there are all sorts of deep nasties, kind of like my brother. It's better to be honest.

"Then he sometimes he has sex in the early morning and they're quite loud about it, and the worst is when he has sex and plays bad songs from the 90's at the same time" -- On guitar? That's talented!

I'm in Dublin, Ireland. We spent ages picking the area and the apartment, it all seemed perfect at the time. But it was my first time living in an apartment so I didn't know what we were in for.

I was on medication for my stomach and one of the side effects listed was depression, but the doctor wasn't convinced it was that. Unless, she said, when I went on the medication again I got depressed again. I really don't want to risk it though, I lost several months of my life because of it. Anyway my stomach's much better now.

Where do you jump? If it's on the bed your neighbour might be just trying to prove he's just as much of a stud.

Most of the apartments I've lived in have been suburban style, so I've never lived in a big concrete high rise like they have in Europe. I live in Sacramento, California, so almost everything here is only a couple stories tall and made out of wood. I've spent most of my adulthood living either in travel trailers on a relative's property, so nobody else around (but still uncomfortable), or behind my parents' house in a small cottage they had built for me. When I lived in San Francisco for a couple years, I could only afford old brick buildings. I lived on the second floor facing the street for 16 months, and on the fourth (top) floor facing the rear of one closer to the financial district for four months, but rats kept bugging me, so I finally went back to Sacramento. Most of the surrounding people were quiet Chinese people or working poor who worked all the time, so little noise. Concrete high rises built in the 1970s have virtually no interior walls, just a thin sheet of drywall, so you can hear everything. There are a few of those here, usually senior citizen housing downtown, there are also two 1960s condo buildings downtown that are like that.

Yuck! Rats! We only had a rat in the house once when I was a kid, I thought it was cute. The poor thing looked really scared.

Overall I love Dublin. I don't think I could live far from it, but I don't like it late on a Friday or Saturday night. Everyone goes a bit mental. Have a great holiday!